Nangong Xingchen led Hua Zheng towards the black shadow, at which moment the shadow suddenly turned around.
Nangong Xingchen instinctively protected Hua Zheng behind her. Hua Zheng's heart warmed at this gesture. The president suddenly felt that his years of 'efforts' hadn't been in vain, and now was the time to reap the rewards, wasn't it?
As the shadow turned, Nangong Xingchen was slightly shocked.
Hua Zheng, however, didn't react as much. He looked blankly at Nangong Xingchen's stunned expression, then pulled Nangong Xingchen's hand and asked, "Xingchen, what's wrong? Who is this person?"
Hua Zheng gazed at the man whose face was now visible.
The man's face was paler than that of an average person. It looked as if he'd never seen the sun, lacking any trace of blood, appearing sickly.
At least, that was President Hua Zheng's impression of the man.
Nangong Xingchen, pulled out of her daze by Hua Zheng, came back to her senses.
